Laying in bed
needing to sleep.
Thoughts in my head,
too many to keep.
But they won’t go away-
They drive me insane.
In my mind they stay
as they infest my brain.
I close my eyes
and try to silence this voice.
But it’s only a guise
because I’ll never have that choice.
I can’t stop thinking,
wondering, and questioning.
So I’ll just lay here, blinking,
until my thoughts stop wrestling.
Nicely done
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Thanks!!
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I know this feeling so well- great piece
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Me too haha. And thank you!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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A wonderful description of the anxiety that so frequently accompanies insomnia.
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Thank you!
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Know that feeling š¦
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Me too, all too well
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That’s a shame š¦
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I like your flow.
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nice work and I understand, completely! I look forward to reading more of your work, thank you. Michelle
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed It š
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The art of insomnia is harnessing the creative energy without going bat shit insane, or turning into a zombie in the morning!
This piece, says it perfect
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I’m having problems avoiding the zombie part, haha. And thank you!
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Reblogged this on fablesandcastles and commented:
Ah! this is what happens with us every single day.
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Thank you for the reblog!
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I totally relate with this sometimes. Did you do the sketch?
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No, I’m not sure who did. I found it on Google images.
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Nice choice š
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Beautiful, I feel like many readers are going to see them self in this poem
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Thank you! I wish no one had to- not being able to sleep is a horrible feeling. But, it can sometimes spark something creative! Haha
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